MRS. ALVING. It is only an idle fancy on Oswald's part; you may be
sure of that.

MANDERS. Well, as I say, I am not accustomed to affairs of the kind.
But I should certainly think--

MRS. ALVING. Out of the house she must go, and that immediately.
That is as clear as daylight--

MANDERS. Yes, of course she must.

MRS. ALVING. But where to? It would not be right to--

MANDERS. Where to? Home to her father, of course.

MRS. ALVING. To whom did you say?

MANDERS. To her--But then, Engstrand is not--? Good God, Mrs.
Alving, it's impossible! You must be mistaken after all.

MRS. ALVING. Unfortunately there is no possibility of mistake.
Johanna confessed everything to me; and Alving could not deny it. So
there was nothing to be done but to get the matter hushed up.

MANDERS. No, you could do nothing else.

MRS. ALVING. The girl left our service at once, and got a good sum
of money to hold her tongue for the time. The rest she managed for
herself when she got to town. She renewed her old acquaintance with